Harry Potter and the Magical Clans.
By
Animalover205
A/N: I had this idea that was very similar to one that the author MikeJV37 and so asked him for permission to use the idea, MikeJV37 was kind enough to grant it. Thank you.
Summery: Harry Potter has just won against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but now he's in for a shock! The magical world is actually split not only into families, but also into several Magical Clan's. Now, as the last of his Clan, he will have to rebuild it, in order to help rebuild the magical world.
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter, I didn't write this for money or fame, just for my twisted sense of fun.
Chapter one.
Harry sat in the Headmasters office, while Professor Minerva McGonagall paced up and down the room. They were waiting for someone, the Headmistress, and the Hero of the war, both of them slightly uncomfortable. If they had spoken why, they would have found they both were uncomfortable for the same exact reasons.
Several minutes pass by, as they have been for the last half-hour. Waiting for the Minister of Magic, both of them were taking the waiting differently. Harry was sitting, looking at the floor, while McGonagall was pacing. " How have you been doing Potter?" McGonagall asked suddenly, her voice soft, and still a little croaky. Harry looked up at her, and at first didn't say anything because he was struck by how attractive she was for an older woman. " Not getting a whole lot of sleep lately, but I suppose that's only to be expected."
McGonagall nodded, she seemed to be about to say something else when the fireplace behind them erupted behind them and a tall, well dressed young man came striding out of it " Hello, I'm Sanderson Reed, the Head of Magical History. The Minister said to tell you she'll be a few minutes late." " She?" Harry Asked " Yes, Mister Potter, Mrs. Molly Weasly. The Minister of Magic."
" Mrs. Weasly?! She's the new Minister of Magic!" Harry cried. Professor McGonagall smiled at Harry and said " Yes, she is, don't you get the Daily Prophet anymore?" Harry shook his head and said " No Professor, I haven't gotten it since the war ended." Professor McGonagall sighed and said " Well, Molly wasn't so much elected Minister as she was drafted." Harry smiled, he couldn't think of anyone better suited to the task, after running the Weasly household.
Harry looked at Mr. Reed and said " So, your the Head of Magical History huh?, why are you here anyway?" Mr. Reed looked at Harry and said, with complete seriousness, " We need to wait until Molly Weasly is here before we talk about that, Mr. Potter." at these words the fireplace seemed to explode again, and the one person who had been a Mother-figure to him.
" Mrs. Weasly!" Harry cried jumping up and hugging her to him, Molly Weasly smiled as she hugged him back tightly. " Harry, we have important business to talk about, but first...Harry, you need to sit down." Harry didn't like the sound of that. He sat down and was soon proven right. " Harry, you know Arther was hurt badly in the war right?" Harry groaned, this was not a good sign " Harry, Arther is dead."
Harry felt as though his whole world was falling down around him, Arther Weasly, the one person whom he had looked to most, as a father figure for most of his life, and as a great friend. Harry felt a tremendous sense of loss from this.
" Harry dear, I'm so sorry." Molly said. She kissed the top of his head and said with a somewhat brisk tone in her voice, that Harry knew hid the pain she must be feeling " Now then, Harry dear, we have a lot of business to attend to." as the others took their seats, Professor McGonagall behind her Headmistress desk, Harry across from her, Mr. Reed next to the desk, and Mrs. Weasly next to Harry.
" Now, Mr. Potter" McGonagall began before switching tracts " Harry. I have the feeling that the news we're about to tell you will be...confusing to say the least." she looked at him and said " As you know, Harry, there are Magical Family's. The Weasly's, The Malfoy's, The Bones, The Black's and so forth. But as you may not know, mainly because it is not spoken of often, is that there are several Clans among the Wizarding community, and every family belongs to one of them. My own Family, the McGonagall's belong to the Silver Sun Clan of Wizards."
" Okay" Said Harry uncertainly, not sure what this had to do with him at all. Mrs. Weasly seemed to know this as she said " Harry, The Potter family was the last of their Clan, now you are the very last one in that line, Harry, so you are the last of your Clan as well." Harry looked at Mrs. Weasly and said " Okay, I kinda got that when you said we were the last family. But I have two questions Mrs. Weasly: What is my Clan called, and what dose this have to do with me?"
Mr. Reed opened a scroll and said " your Clan's name is the Shadow Grove Clan. Mr. Potter, and simply put. When the Ministry was first established, they knew that times like these would come about. So they set a law down, it's called the Restoration of the Clan's act." Harry blinked and looked at Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Weasly before asking " Okay, again, what has this got to do with me?"
Professor McGonagall looked at Mrs. Weasly before saying " Indeed, I was wondering why I was here myself?. Potter I can understand, as this directly relates to him, but why me?" Mrs. Weasly looked at Mr. Reed and nodded, Mr. Reed took another scroll out of his briefcase " Professor McGonagall, the reason your here is simple, when we were looking through the law's surrounding the act, we found that the age of marriage was at twenty one. So, he needs someone to act as a guardian for him, and it was decided that, as head of his house, you would be the ideal choice."
Professor McGonagall looked stunned, so did Harry. " Um, Mr. Reed?, Mrs. Weasly? What did you mean ' Age of marriage' ?" Mrs. Weasly looked at Harry in shock for a second, then comprehension dawned on her. " Harry, dear, the Act is to restore your clan, which means that you, dear, must marry at least three girls your own age, and one or two older one's to help care for the children."
Harry looked around at the two women, at the other man, thought just once of Hermione, and then...fainted clear away!
When Harry fainted, Professor McGonagall used a levitation charm to lift him up and carry him to the small bed that she kept in the office for when she had to work late nights. Once he was on there she arranged him so that he was comfortable. As McGonagall looked down at Harry she sighed, Harry didn't know how truly attractive he was.
He had shaggy black hair that stuck up everywhere, brilliant green eyes, and a body that was well toned from years spent playing Quiddich and also from years of battle. McGonagall knew for a fact that many girls in the school talking about how they wanted to kiss him, or more. And she had to agree with them, as old as she was, just looking at him sometimes gave her feelings that she should not be having.
McGonagall sighed, and shook her head, thinking like that would never do her any good. She returned to the main part of her office, where Molly and Mr. Reed were sitting, looking worried. Mr. Reed nodded toward were Harry was unconscious and asked " Is he alright?" Molly nodded, blushing, and said " Yes, I'm sure he is. That young man has seen some things that most full grown adults would never see in a life time. I think it was the mention of marriage that did it to him."
Mr. Reed nodded and said " Yes, most sensible people react that way to it." Molly Weasly raised an eyebrow and said " And how would you know that Reed?" Reed shook his head and said " I was married three times, Minister, trust me."
Molly smiled and shook her head, before looking at McGonagall and saying " Will you do it Minerva? Will you be Harry's guardian?" McGonagall looked back at the sleeping form, then nodded " Yes, yes I will. I suppose I should tell him that this is the only way he can marry more then one person?" Molly smiled and nodded. She watched as Mr. Reed vanished through the floo network.
Molly Weasly looked at McGonagall and said with a smile " Who knows, Minerva, maybe he'll even pick you." she winked and walked to the fire place, going back to the ministry. McGonagall sighed and said " I only can hope." in a low, quiet voice.